Dolores (04-10-45) - Ike Quebec

How I love the kisses of Dolores

Aye-aye-aye Dolores

Not Marie or Emily or Doris

Only my Dolores

From a balcony above me

She whispers Love me and throws a rose

Ah but she is twice as lovely

As the rose she throws

I would die to be with my Dolores

Aye-aye-aye Dolores

I was made to serenade Dolores

Chorus after chorus

Just imagine eyes like moonrise

A voice like music, lips like wine

What a break if I could make Dolores

Mine all mine

I would die to be with my Dolores

Aye-aye-aye Dolores

I was made to serenade Dolores

Chorus after chorus

Just imagine eyes like moonrise

A voice like music, lips like wine

What a break if I could make Dolores

Mine all mine